In the twilight, I think of Chimonanthus praecox floating, and the fragrance is full of sleeves.
Remember when and who? A thousand years ago, a thousand years later?
It's far from dusk, Yang Liuan. Where's the beauty?
You hurt people, hedgehog. After being scarred, it became a purple rose in my cup.
So close, so fragrant. A stream of heat flows through, leaving a faint honey fragrance.
What an unforgettable memory that would be?
On the night of Chanjuan, Xiao Yue, I will miss the story of Purple Rose.
A taste of purple rose moistens the heart and lungs and is tasteless.
Some people say that strong taste is tasteless.
If there is a taste that will become dull, I hope it is a cup of water with a faint fragrance.
If you are a purple rose, give me a moment's fragrance, and then a long-term pain.
Laugh at everything, it's tasteless.
I hope to meet you like water and tasteless, just to quench my thirst and stop my desire for love!
Drink a cup of purple roses, and then drink.
I know I can hurt, but I can't decide my love;
You can be lonely, but you can't break a yearning.
Never interrupt! This painful and sweet miss!